Chapter Five

Roman’s POV

Even after Ronn changed... He still remembered Kingsley. It had taken me months before my own son could even look at me without fear.

But with Kingsley? It was different. Ronn trusted him. Then he began to walk away then sat on the bench beside the lake.

I was still watching Ronn when Kingsley coughed, pulling my attention back to him. Ronn had settled on the bench, his gaze fixed somewhere in the distance. Kingsley's expression had turned serious.

“You seem to be blind and foolish, even as a Don.” I raised an eyebrow. Normally, I wouldn't tolerate anyone speaking to me like that. But Kingsley was different. He was my brother from another mother, and I'd always been willing to listen to his advice.

“Why do you say that?” I asked calmly, waiting for him to explain.

“Why would you say that in front of him?” he asked.

“Say what?” I said confused at what he meant.

“Did you see his expression after he heard you say that? You're his father. You're supposed to support him.”I frowned. "Not only that, you're supporting an outsider"

“He might have problems, but he's still your son.” Kingsley can really be unbelievable at times.

“Ava is not an outsider, we all know her. He stabbed her, and now she's in a coma. I entered his room and saw blood trails everywhere. What exactly do you expect me to say?” Kingsley shook his head, clearly disappointed by my response.

“Blood? You're complaining about that? And besides she knew how he acted around people everybody knows that. So what was she doing in his room in the first place? He didn't go looking for her. She went to him.” I honestly didn't know what Ava had been doing in Ronn's room. I'd wondered about it myself. But I chose not to answer. Seeing that I remained silent, Kingsley sighed before continuing.

“I know someone who might be able to help him.” I looked at him. " I know a therapist that can help him heal"

“Another therapist?”

"Yes. ANOTHER THERAPIST" he deliberately made sure to emphasize the words. I shook my head. How was I supposed to believe this one would be any different? The others couldn't even get close to Ronn.

“So why should this one be different?” I finally asked.

“Because I've seen her work.” That caught my attention.

“With who?”

“My cousin.” I waited for him to continue. Kingsley took a breath, as though carefully choosing his next words.

“She went through something terrible when she was younger.” My expression hardened.

“What happened?”

“She was molested.” I went silent. He continued carefully.

“It affected her badly. She stopped trusting people. She barely spoke. She couldn't stand being touched. She had nightmares constantly and became completely withdrawn.”

“And this therapist treated her?” he shrugged.

“What’s her name?”

“Aurora.” I frowned. A female therapist? The other female therapists I'd hired had clearly come here with other motives. Instead of focusing on my son, they were more interested in me.

“Aurora what?”

“Aurora Hayes.” The name meant nothing to me. Never heard of her.

“What exactly did she do?”

“I don't know everything. My cousin never told me all the details, and Aurora respected her privacy.” He paused.

“But I saw the difference.”

“What difference?”

“When my cousin started treatment, she couldn't even sit in a room with people for long.” His eyes shifted toward Ronn.

“I actually visited her while I was away these past few months. Looking at how she was when the incident happened compared to how she is now... it's hard to believe they're the same person.”I listened now very attentive.

“She lives normally now. She works. She has friends. She talks about her past without completely shutting down.” That was interesting.

“You're saying Aurora cured her?”Kingsley shook his head.

“I'm saying Aurora helped her heal.” He paused before continuing.

“I've also heard about other patients. People with severe trauma. People with behavioral problems. Patients other therapists couldn't handle.” I raised an eyebrow. That made me pause but still I wasn't convinced.

“I've hired the best therapists available. What makes you think this woman will be any different?”

“ Yeah and some if them you killed too" he pointed out. "I've told you everything I know.” Kingsley to a second glance at Ronn.

“And what I can tell you right now is that Ronn really needs this. He can't stay like this forever.” His voice softened.

“He can't keep living like a prisoner in this house, unable to go out and enjoy himself with people his age.” He looked back at me.

“It hurts to watch him like this. And I know it hurts you too.” I looked away. He was right. I just hated admitting it.

“Just meet her and take the chance,” Kingsley continued. “But you'll have to go all by yourself to convince her to live here if she's going to treat him properly.” He patted my shoulder and gave me a nod. I stared at him for a moment.

Aurora. Her name sounds like she's a young person but I'd never heard of her before. I glanced at Ronn,this was for him. “Get me everything you can find about her.” Kingsley smiled slightly.

“I already started.”I looked at him.

“Of course you did.” I rolled my eyes. I turned my attention back to Ronn. My expression hardened."

If Aurora really was as good as Kingsley claimed... Then she was going to be the last therapist my son ever needed.

Kingsley was about to walk toward Ronn when something came to mind. “And yes.” He paused and turned toward me. “Help me get a new phone.”

“And what happened—” He stopped himself, thinking for a moment before continuing. “You know what never mind. I already have a pretty good guess about what happened to your phone.” We both laughed.

“Don't worry. I'll have a new one delivered today.” I nodded. I knew I could trust him.

“And make sure the plane is ready before tomorrow morning. I need to meet this therapist as soon as you get me all the information about her.” Kingsley nodded. I watched him walk toward Ronn.

I needed to meet this so-called therapist. And apparently, I had to convince her to come to the city to treat my son? She'd definitely jump at the opportunity. She'd have no choice. They were all the same. Pathetic.